INDEX TO FIRST LINES. PAGE A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune. 57 Alone in crowds to wander.. An icy gale, oft shifting... And doth not a meeting like this.. And in the frosty season when the sun.. 398 325 . 370 243 272 41 302 288 Avenging and bright falls the swift sword of Erin.. 164 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms.. But winter has yet brighter scenes... By that lake whose gloomy shore... By the Feal's wave benighted... By the hope within us springing.... Come forth and let us through our hearts receive... Deep in the wood thy voice I list and love. 242 Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eye... 283 Forget not the field where they perished 337 113 From this hour the pledge is given.. 392 Go where glory waits thee.. Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove. 329 264 123 215 205 300 H My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains..... 293 355 357 287 199 |